Yao Jinyu understood what he meant and angrily slammed Jingmutang again.

"All of the Si family's property was confiscated, a portion was set aside to provide relief to the families of the children who were harmed, and the rest was given to Situ Cejun's 'Charity Bureau' to house the homeless children from the Xiangyang Temple incident."

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With the trials handed down by Yao Jinyu, the Minister of the Dali Temple, the Si family, a family that had stood in the Laifeng Kingdom for hundreds of years, was suddenly destroyed with a devastating force.

It was already noon when Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng walked out of the Dali Temple.

In front, Meng Liyu was supporting Old Man Meng, who was trembling with grief, and walking slowly, while Meng Yuzhen followed silently beside him.

Looking at the three lonely and desolate figures, and thinking of Meng Haoling who often came to chat with him in the East Palace, Si Chengfeng's heart unconsciously felt soft.

"Grandfather, aunt, cousin..."

Those few words seemed to have exhausted all of Si Chengfeng's energy. He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, looking thin, with red eyes and a frail body. At this moment, he looked like a flower swaying in the wind, quite pitiful.

"Feng'er, you...what did you call me?"

Hearing the call, Mr. Meng suddenly turned around and looked at the white figure with great affection.

Even though Mr. Meng's eyes, which had shed so many tears for Meng Lishi, were now dry and blurry, he still walked accurately in front of Si Chengfeng, hugged him and cried bitterly...

Seeing Si Chengfeng and Old Man Meng recognize each other as grandparents and grandchildren, Hua Qingcheng just waited quietly and accompanied them without disturbing them.